beating the sky

and what does it merit to try to fix the world?
the world remains unfixed.
whether it has become for the better or for worse
remains according only to the lens.
i have broken my rose lenses a long time ago
and these days i try only 
very very hard
to keep from being cynical
although truth be told
it is here, running in my bone morrows

and some days it is more potent
stronger than my senses
and i hate a good number of people
a good number of men
and maybe i am disappointed too
of the larger cosmos or of any grand design
if there be any
life's not fair, and that is that
who are we to complain
when always there is one
in a better or worse place

and maybe life's like that 
and maybe it's better to leave it like that
although for all the world i know
maybe it is better for those
who simply don't care







clc